You wanted leadership? You got it. Now go the hell out of there and show all the Guildmembers who is the new boss.
Nathaniel Silvershield, one of the more recent recruits of Basilisk Fang, who, recently had passed from a simple, miserable recruit, to a Guildmaster, was staring at his reflection in the mirror, in his own room at the Basilisk Fang complex. His hair was tied ever so long, tied in a ponytail, his red irises calculating his own appearance, in an attempt to decide if he looked decent, or had to change his attire to something different, despite the fac tthat he was wearing the attire he always wore, consisting of a simple white tank top, his extremely oversized shirt, the collar of which ended up in his elbows always, making pretty much all of his tattoos visible, and his jeans. Simple, informal, and just comfortable. Completely Nathaniel's style, yet today, for the first time, he felt like it wasn't good enough. The previous Guildmasters, and, in particular, Elijah, were always quite formal, with a suit and everything. So Nathaniel felt quite out of place with his tank top and jeans. How annoying.
Yet, it was perhaps the nervousness that made him feel so out of place. The fact that he had been given another chance after the Pergrande accident to become a Leader was refreshing, yet made Nathaniel rather nervous, as he was worried what the consequences, what humiliation he'd have to bare, if he did fail as a Guildmaster, or his dear sister somehow found the Guild and destroyed it or took it over. Yet, the latter was rather impossible, as Elizabeth had always been a person that respected and liked laws and justice, and going against the law was not her style. Flailing his arms, Nathaniel turned away, pushing up the collar of his oversized shirt, which, mere seconds after that, fell on his elbows once again. How annoying.
Leaving his room, Nathaniel attempted to prepare his speech in front of the Guildmembers, as he was willing to inform them about the current situation, and what had been happening. He didn't want Basilisk Fang to get a new Guildmaster all of sudden, and nobody to find it out. He wanted the Guildmembers to be informed of the inner politics of the guild, and thus, would make an effort to remain serious and communicate to everyone what progress had things made, and towards what. Pushing the doors to the Grand Hall open, Nathaniel clapped his hands, walking to the center and bringing everyone's eyes on him. A faint smile appearing on his face, his eyes ran through the entire place, analyzing everyone's expressions, their gestures, the chaos gathered around them. It was a precious sight.
Alright everyone, listen up. So, our previous Guildmaster, -yes, previous- Elijah Rendlev, left a few hours ago, going into an unknown direction, supposedly to deal with some "family matters", or anything similar. This, naturally, means, that he left the guild, leaving the guildmaster duty, and all of us. Nathaniel stopped for a second, remembering a conversation he had held with a pretty albino girl not long ago, who introduced herself as Janneline Ariel, girlfriend of Elijah, or at least ex-girlfriend, as, judging by how pissed she left, she might as well had broken up with him already, or had went to hunt him down and seek answers as to why he abandoned her. Yet, that didn't matter all that much. So, in sight of the fact that he had to leave due to Personal issues, Elijah decided to leave the guild to myself, for reasons that I refuse to share, as Mr Rendlev requested me to. I must say that, with me becoming a Guildmaster, nothing will change, in particular. What the guild stands for remains the same, regardless of how many Guildmasters come and go.
After a few moments of silence, Nathaniel grinned, his serious face dissapearing, his rather cheerful one appearing once again, making him become the same Nathaniel Silvershield, the cheerful lad that didn't like boredom and remaining silent, the Nathaniel that couldn't stand silence. I hope I can satisfy all your needs as a Guildmaster.
Nathaniel Silvershield, one of the more recent recruits of Basilisk Fang, who, recently had passed from a simple, miserable recruit, to a Guildmaster, was staring at his reflection in the mirror, in his own room at the Basilisk Fang complex. His hair was tied ever so long, tied in a ponytail, his red irises calculating his own appearance, in an attempt to decide if he looked decent, or had to change his attire to something different, despite the fac tthat he was wearing the attire he always wore, consisting of a simple white tank top, his extremely oversized shirt, the collar of which ended up in his elbows always, making pretty much all of his tattoos visible, and his jeans. Simple, informal, and just comfortable. Completely Nathaniel's style, yet today, for the first time, he felt like it wasn't good enough. The previous Guildmasters, and, in particular, Elijah, were always quite formal, with a suit and everything. So Nathaniel felt quite out of place with his tank top and jeans. How annoying.
Yet, it was perhaps the nervousness that made him feel so out of place. The fact that he had been given another chance after the Pergrande accident to become a Leader was refreshing, yet made Nathaniel rather nervous, as he was worried what the consequences, what humiliation he'd have to bare, if he did fail as a Guildmaster, or his dear sister somehow found the Guild and destroyed it or took it over. Yet, the latter was rather impossible, as Elizabeth had always been a person that respected and liked laws and justice, and going against the law was not her style. Flailing his arms, Nathaniel turned away, pushing up the collar of his oversized shirt, which, mere seconds after that, fell on his elbows once again. How annoying.
Leaving his room, Nathaniel attempted to prepare his speech in front of the Guildmembers, as he was willing to inform them about the current situation, and what had been happening. He didn't want Basilisk Fang to get a new Guildmaster all of sudden, and nobody to find it out. He wanted the Guildmembers to be informed of the inner politics of the guild, and thus, would make an effort to remain serious and communicate to everyone what progress had things made, and towards what. Pushing the doors to the Grand Hall open, Nathaniel clapped his hands, walking to the center and bringing everyone's eyes on him. A faint smile appearing on his face, his eyes ran through the entire place, analyzing everyone's expressions, their gestures, the chaos gathered around them. It was a precious sight.
Alright everyone, listen up. So, our previous Guildmaster, -yes, previous- Elijah Rendlev, left a few hours ago, going into an unknown direction, supposedly to deal with some "family matters", or anything similar. This, naturally, means, that he left the guild, leaving the guildmaster duty, and all of us. Nathaniel stopped for a second, remembering a conversation he had held with a pretty albino girl not long ago, who introduced herself as Janneline Ariel, girlfriend of Elijah, or at least ex-girlfriend, as, judging by how pissed she left, she might as well had broken up with him already, or had went to hunt him down and seek answers as to why he abandoned her. Yet, that didn't matter all that much. So, in sight of the fact that he had to leave due to Personal issues, Elijah decided to leave the guild to myself, for reasons that I refuse to share, as Mr Rendlev requested me to. I must say that, with me becoming a Guildmaster, nothing will change, in particular. What the guild stands for remains the same, regardless of how many Guildmasters come and go.
After a few moments of silence, Nathaniel grinned, his serious face dissapearing, his rather cheerful one appearing once again, making him become the same Nathaniel Silvershield, the cheerful lad that didn't like boredom and remaining silent, the Nathaniel that couldn't stand silence. I hope I can satisfy all your needs as a Guildmaster.
